[He tilts his head. Straight talking huh? That gets a chuckle.]

I do respond better when people confront me on things. [And yet he still skirts around details himself.]

I suppose I was only delaying the inevitable, trying to hide things from you. I'll do better to try and tell you about things. [He still isn't certain about this, but he does feel better having one less secret weighing him down. He takes a step back, a hand sliding down her shoulder, down her arm to hold her wrist.] Shall I show you to the guest room then...? There's not much to it, but it'll do for the night.